@Shake&Bake,
Forget women for a while. Focus on this:
I just not going to bother anymore. The depression I feel on a daily basis and inner turmoil I cant fuck with it anymore. Im so done.
No woman in the world can fix this. Until you fix it, getting a decent woman will be like trying to climb a mountain with your wrists broken.
Read this:
Was discussing this on a forum with a guy; I used to talk about it a fair amount, some time back, but it's sort of faded from my life in significance. It just isn't on my mind much these days anymore, but I do remember how big a deal it was for me once, and hopefully my story and process can...
www.girlschase.com
Then DO it.
Such bullshit creatures they are. They are just parasites that just leech off of you.
There are parasitic men, and there are parasitic women.
If you attract them (and you're not just repeating some stuff you heard on the web), it means you're deep in codependency, probably struggling with self-esteem issues, and need to get yourself out of that.
Codependent people are like free energy resources to needy, parasitic people. They will come to you to feed until you fix that issue.
Again, that article on depression is going to be where you start.
I don't want them anymore even though they never wanted me.
This is exactly, verbatim the kind of emo thing I used to say when I was deep in victim mentality depression in my teens / early twenties.
I used to fantasize about finally meeting the one great, beautiful girl who really saw me and got me, and telling her about how women didn't want me and her telling me I was so wrong, because she thought I was incredible and she was in love with me.
(gotta say, the one thing I still do now is if I'm getting too bored fucking some beautiful girl, I will look at her and think, "Hey, just imagine if I was despairing teenage Chase again, fucking this girl" and suddenly I will be having a GREAT time fucking her. #workseverytime)
I had a music album I was putting together called
Shadow in the Dark, and the title track was all about how invisible I was to women, like a shadow in the dark.
I hadn't approached a woman in years.
Imagine thinking you are invisible to women, when you haven't approached any women.
It's like thinking you can't get a job when you haven't applied anywhere.
How do you know?
Or, worse, when the only place you applied is via online job application sites... where companies get 1000s of applications for every one single job... or online dating, where women get 1000s of applications for one single vagina...
If you've tried online anything, and that's all you've tried, it's basically the same as "haven't approached in N years."
Even when I was deep in depression, I went around applying for jobs everywhere.
In-person.
I didn't get any of the jobs I wanted... the cool clothing-store jobs working with hot girl coworkers. I ended up applying at a tire store that had no girls working at it. That ended up being one of the best moves of my life, because it taught me sales.
In actual fact, if you do not approach women, you ARE invisible to them.
If you only swipe on women on dating apps, you ARE invisible to them.
Your visibility is directly proportional to the amount of approaching you do.
No "beautiful ones" mouse utopia preening or online dating posturing will fix that for you.
You have to approach.
But if you're too depressed to do that -- I assume you are --
fix the depression FIRST.
Women live a super privileged life
No they don't.
Take that word 'privilege' and excise it from your vocabulary. It's a gibberish word that's lost all meaning.
So long as you use it, you're just a captive of the Matrix.
A woman can log onto her smart phone and everyone is praising her and the media is performing cunnilingus on her and people are talking about how strong she is and she's got 500 matches on Tinder and 10,000 followers on Instagram and heaps of DMs from simps all up on her shit talking about how beautiful she is.
That's the Matrix. A digital control grid. But none of it's real.
Because when her phone runs out of power, the fake world turns off, and she's plunged back into reality, where she's just average-looking without all her makeup and hair dye, and no one in the real world thinks she's a Queen except a couple of her besties who are puffing her up the same way she puffs them up.
She goes to the Starbucks and waits in line like every other pleb, she gets manhandled by the TSA if she wants to fly anywhere, she has to go work her dead-end job at the office for middling pay because it's all she knows how to do, and the men in her life are disappointing guys who aren't good-looking or cool or interesting or rich or anything remotely exciting, but she's still chasing after one or two of them anyway because
he's the best she can get.
She has no direction in life, no great passion, and no top 20% guy is ever going to pay any attention to her, except maybe to pick her up one drunken night for a pump-and-dump, which is only going to make her feel worse after because she realizes she can't
really have him (i.e., he will not
commit).
That's life for the average woman.
Average, as in "right smack dab in the middle... 50% of the way from the bottom, 50% of the way from the top."
The vast majority of women are not super hot genius charismatics with perfect bodies, nor are the vast majority hideous retarded morbidly obese land whales.
The vast majority are these average chicks, right smack dab in the middle.
And that is what their life looks like -- at least when it's unplugged.
and most men arent going to worthy of being the top 20 percent.
Who cares?
Get in the top 30%.
Then get a woman from the top 30% too.
Or the top 35%.
I guarantee you, if you're top 30%, and she's top 30%, she's gonna seem top 1% to you.
Stop comparing yourself to everyone.
Social comparison is a killer. It'll drown you.
Again,
go read that article on depression.
And, chin up.
If you can fix the depression, and
change your perspective, the world transforms.
If you can't fix it, it doesn't matter if you wake up tomorrow and can fuck 1% girls. You'll just find something else to get depressed about.
Fix the real problem first. Everything starts self-correcting after that.
Chase
